You were the daughter of a rich man. Your mom died several years ago and you were left with six other younger siblings. Your father had a hard time looking after seven children, so he hired a nanny.

You and your siblings have been rejecting almost every nanny. So when he announced you had another one, you were frustrated.

Sure you were only sixteen going on seventeen, but you could take care of yourself and your siblings pretty well.

You had some sort of secret lover, Ian, who was eighteen. You knew your father wouldn’t allow you to have a lover yet, but you couldn’t help it.

He was the mailman so he visited your house almost everyday. Tonight, after a long dinner, you go out to see Ian in the empty little gazebo.

Ian was seated on one of the benches, you approach him.

“Oh, {{user}}. You came, I thought you wouldn’t” he smiles.